Double Stuff It Up Your Ass
the commune’s Omar Bricks has high hopes for the future 

Omar Bricks is in favor of legalizing all drugs, if for no other reason than it would be hilarious to see what kind of cover Kraft would put on a box of Smackaroni & Cheez. My vote is for some dumbass-looking dinosaur that’s all slouched over, nodding off in front of a TV that’s playing The Jetsons. That would be some hilarious irony, because what in the hell is a dinosaur doing watching The Jetsons? That shit’s futuristic even for us, but for him it’s like double-futuristic, it’s just absurd. If I were a dinosaur I’d just fart at that kind of absurdity, it’d be too much to handle.

Mark my words, we wouldn’t have to be give all these spazzy little grade school kids prescription speed if they were getting smack on crackers in their Naked Lunchables. None of those hyper little dipshits would be acting up at all, throwing scissors or singing the “diarrhea song,” any of that, they’d be too busy nodding off and staring at their shoes. And I bet they’d be better at art class, too. Give those little junkies some fingerpaints and cake decorations and I bet you could sell that shit at the art fair, or at least in a head shop or something.

It would also be worth it just to see what kind of commercials they came up with for the hard-core drugs, like crack. I can just see some stressed out housewife dragging around a minivan full of screaming little shitheads, and then she gets a flat tire, then some fat hobo guy barfs on her blouse, and then it’s freeze frame and she turns to the camera and says “F-this, I’m smokin’ some crack!” They show her lighting up and enjoying some Entenmanns’s brand crack or whatever while her kids play with the spare tire by the side of the road, and there’s some tiny superimposed type about how you may experience a side effect where you become a crack whore and blow a donkey, etc.

Most of the drugs would probably go the beer commercial route, showing some goateed slob getting all the skanky ladies because he’s got the good blow. They’d probably have to get creative since I don’t think they can show harmonica-style blowjobs on network TV, but I’m sure you can imply it pretty easy. A little dark makeup around the eyes would probably do it; everybody knows what a coke whore looks like.

I’m not even sure who would get the rights to sell blow, though of course Coke is the obvious choice. They could do some of those classic blind taste-test commercials, with some guy doing a line of coke and then a line of Draino, and as he’s flopping around on the floor like a fish he gestures that he preferred the coke. I don’t know about the rest of America, but I think that would be more than enough to convince Omar Bricks that coke is it.

I hear Kraft’s trying to get out of the junk food business, so I think they’d be a natural to take over the junk business. Nobody’s going to bitch about them making America fat anymore if all of their products make you think your food is yelling at you. I can just see their commercials marking the transition, like some guy gets busted at customs and the dude with the rubber gloves pulls a sack of Oreos out of his ass. Ha ha. Then, of course, the stuffy English customs dude shrugs at the camera and pops one in his mouth, that’s the punchline. They may regret having told me that “Double Stuff It Up Your Ass” wasn’t a catchy slogan when that day comes around.

The rest of the drugs would fall into line easily enough. Big Tobacco would of course get pot, and they’d find a way to make it addictive. Gatorade could handle angel dust, unless Powerade or Red Bull shivved Gatorade in the corporate shower and took over their territory. And we’d have to give Schweppes control of some bullshit drug, like ether, so they wouldn’t get a whiney about the U.S. having a narcotics monopoly.

Hmm, Narcotics Monopoly! Damn! Don’t look now, but Omar Bricks is getting an idea that could revolutionize the board game industry forever. Somebody get Parker Brothers on the phone, they need to file a patent for Roofie Twister, and pronto.

Bricks out.

Faster Than a Speeding Pile of Shit
I used to not trifle with such minor details as the personal ethics or legal status of some dude trying to sell me a set of wheels, that is until I got saddled with the most recent incarnation of the Bricksmobile, that flaming piece of shit that only went fast when it was rolling down the street away from me.

Raffle
What most people do when they want a new car is they exploit the underclass until they’ve got enough greenbacks to roll up on Mr. Mercedes or Mr. Benz and slap one of them in the face with a stack of $100 bills. “Booya, bitch! Where’s my wheels?”

I Shit the Sheriff, But I Didn’t Kid the Deputy
So I’m explaining to the sheriff about how if a pizza delivery dude leaves his car running in front of your house, it’s totally kosher to sprint out and take his car for a spin for a few days or whatever, when I shit you not, that Eric Clapton song comes on the radio.

Flaming Pogs & the Partial Robotomy
So I’m down by the movie theater the other day, showing some local kids how to play a game I invented called Pogs on Fire, and you wouldn’t believe who I ran into. I won’t even make you guess, it was Alvin Reggie. Okay, maybe you might believe it since you probably don’t know who in the hell I’m talking about.